Although the ancient castle had not been inhabited for a long time, it was spotless as far as the eye could see, the long light hanging on the wall spontaneously combusted when Zhang Hang entered them, and a lifelike oil painting of a female portrait hung on the wall.

"This should be the portrait of the first generation of the coven, right?"

Zhang Hang looked at the portraits hanging in the long corridor the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, the number of witches of this primordial coven is not a little too much.

"Zhang Hang, that portrait is moving!"

Bill pointed to a portrait beside him and shouted, subconsciously pulled out the double gun at his waist, eyes dead on the portrait, his hand had been pulled on the trigger, as long as the portrait had a little movement he could immediately beat the dead painting in front of him to pieces.

"Take it easy."

Zhang Hang raised a hand to squeeze Bill's hand, indicating that the two mercenaries with him to put the gun down, these portraits are the last credentials of the original coven left in this world, on this gang of dark women must have left a backhand on the portraits, rashly shooting even if he can escape, others are estimated to be buried here.

"What you see are illusions, honestly go your way do not look at the portrait."

Zhang Hang eyes flashed a flash of blue light, the dimly lit promenade completely changed its appearance, in his eyes these portraits pulled out a white thread, the entire promenade is within the coverage of the thread, these portraits are indeed not dead, portraits of each witch inside the hideous smile at them, looking at their eyes like prey falling into a trap.

Although Idiot Words could not see the nature of the portraits, but also sensed that something was wrong, hands squeezed the talisman, ready to counterattack to bolt.

"Tina, what are these witch portraits?"

In Zhang Hang's perception these witch portraits are painted spirits, witches before death will be their own souls mixed with resentment fused into the painting, but the witch system and soul ghosts or a little different, Tina should know better.

"It's the work of the Whisperer!"

"Whisperer?"

"Witches have different abilities, we are internally divided into undead whisperers, voodoo warlocks, divination psychics, undead whisperers have the ability to manipulate the undead and communicate with hell, but they need to sign a soul contract with Satan, after death the soul will become Satan's plaything; voodoo warlocks are the Bendtner kind of research voodoo, curses; divination psychics tend to assist a little more, to Divination of good fortune, psychic dead souls mainly."

"What about your ability?" Zhang Hang asked a curious mouth.

"Voodoo warlock with a little bit of undead whisperer ability, because not signed a contract with Satan so my ability is mainly in the voodoo curse."

Zhang Hang feels that he is now stepping into a puddle of mud, if he had known that the coven was so complicated, he should have prepared before coming, and it would have been better to drag the church gang into the water.

"Don't worry, these undead portraits are just responsible for watching the door, as long as you don't go can destroy those portraits will be fine, and these undead have been sleeping for so long, maybe they have already died out, the soul also has a shelf life."

Zhang Hang skimmed, he does not feel that these undead past the shelf life, these undead portraits can make themselves feel dangerous, once the portraits are destroyed, it will definitely be the end of a piece of undead chase.

"What a beautiful woman."

Behind the team, a mercenary rushed to a witch portrait left a mouthful of saliva, with an obsessive smile on his face.

"Sith what are you doing, hurry up and follow!"

Laowins looked at the mercenary frowned, reached out and grabbed Sis's shoulder, but when Sis turned his head Laowins suddenly felt a chill on the back, subconsciously drew back his hand and saw Sis's face, Laowins was so scared that his face turned green.

Sis now eyes lost in thought, mouth murmuring a sentence, in his face sprouted a rice grain size bumps, the corner of the mouth two tiny tentacles slowly scurrying.

Zhang Hang turned his head to see the appearance of the Sith heart thumped, a tug on the Laowins and another mercenary with the Sith to pull away.

"So beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful!!!"

"Mr. Zhang Hang, what's going on?"

Laowrius looked at Zhang Hang with a stunned expression, Sith was the most honest person in his team and had never appeared to disobey his orders, so he could be sure that Sith would never touch anything here with his hands.

"The walker spores have already multiplied in his body, let's go."

Walking corpse spores a spore creature that can be parasitic in the body of life, after entering the human body spores will multiply rapidly, if found early you can use warm water to kill all the spores, but when the spores invade the brain that is really hopeless, they will use the host as the best nutrients to devour.

"It's all mine! You are all mine!"

Suddenly Sith screamed, the recruit in his eye socket suddenly burst open, black blood splashed everywhere, countless tentacles emerged from his eye socket.

"Be careful of the spore vivisects in his blood!"

Zhang Hang fiercely and forcefully threw the Laowrath and another mercenary behind the demented words, turquoise blue water waves appeared out of thin air, black blood into the water waves were diluted, can only see the water waves within the countless tadpole-like creatures struggling.

"Ah!"

Sith yelled, reached out and grabbed towards the portraits on both sides.

"Oh no, run!"

The moment he saw the picture frames fall to the ground, the danger signal exploded in Zhang Hang's heart, turned his head and ran, in his eyes those undead bound within the canvases hissed as if they were fierce beasts out of their cages breaking free of the frames, a white silk thread actually began to close the front path of the promenade under their pull.

Other people who could not see the undead did not understand what was happening, but the moment the frame hit the ground they felt a bone-chilling chill used from all sides, like maggots burrowing into their bodies.

With Zhang Hang's reminder, who did not bother with the Sith again, charge money to sell their lives this is the rule of mercenaries.

A wild ride, the promenade seems to be a black hole that can not see the end, but in Zhang Hang's eyes the silk threads gathered smaller and smaller, which means that this promenade is about to reach the end.

"Ah!"

Another scream, the mercenary also do not know what stepped on, the body leaned forward and fell heavily on the ground, behind him seemed to have a large hand grabbed him, in the scream was dragged away, the mercenary luck is also absolute, the ground a silk line who did not step on the silk line, he just stepped on the silk line, and then was mercilessly tripped, countless silk line dragged him disappeared.

"Ahead of you can get rid of the portrait of the pursuit, run faster!"

Zhang Hang shouted, four flaming talisman in his hand flew out into four blazing fire, blocking the silk threads in front of Zhang Hang was instantly scorched away, no way here only Zhang Hang can see the silk threads, he did not make a move foolish words they will also be invisible silk threads sticky.

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